Brian’s P.O.V.

I heard people’s screaming and the cracking sound of furniture revolving around my ears. I saw pairs of eyes with fear and flurry staring at me. I scented out blood in the air. My wolf was roaring with madness. I tried to control her but I failed. I felt like my hands and legs were tied up and I wasn’t able to move even just a little bit. It was like I was trapped in a box that was made of transparent glass. I could clearly see everything which was happening to me, but I could do nothing. Like an audience sitting in front of the television and...